A/N: I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. Requested by xyz (Guest). Rated strong T.

Ford was six years old when he met the yellow triangle with the black top hat and bow tie. Of course, he'd been a bit frightened at first, but Bill Cipher was actually quite fascinating. And, even at a young age, Ford had been interested in the supernatural.

Bill Cipher was odd though. He didn't want to meet Stan yet and, though it made Ford uncomfortable to keep things from his twin, he waited.

When Ford was seven years old, and too blind to see through the triangle, he got permission to show Bill to Stan.

It took a while for Stanley to get used to Bill, but he didn't like him. Or trust him. There was something off about Bill. Something even seven year old Stanley could tell. Something about a glint in Bill's eye, or perhaps the way he laughed. When Stan told Ford about his misgivings, he got mad. Couldn't his brother see what an opportunity this was?

When Ford told Bill about Stan's doubts, Bill told him, "Stan's just jealous he's not as smart as you, kid. Stan's jealous that I picked you and not him. Stan's being selfish and he's going to try and make you stop meeting with me."

It didn't help matters that that was exactly what Stan did, he tried to stop Ford from meeting Bill.

At the tender age of eight, Ford and Stan were completely separated. Stan worrying about his brother and punching bullies that insulted Ford behind his brother's back. Ford angry at Stan and spending a unhealthy amount of time in his room with Bill.

At age twelve, Ford's thoughts were completely overridden. He hated Stan. He hated everything about him. Stan was jealous of him, his success and his smarts. Of course, he didn't have much success. He missed classes and assignments because he was with Bill. The teachers were disappointed with him. They knew he was brilliant. He just didn't seem to be trying.

Of course, that was all Stan's fault. If Stan hadn't tried to take him away from this opportunity, then maybe Stan could help and Ford could get some rest.

Stan was worried about his brother, but Ford didn't talk to him. Stan had tried once, but Ford had violently pushed him away.

Stan kept trying, in little ways. He left Ford any missed meals outside of the bedroom door. (Stan had been moved to another room when Ford complained to his parents about his brother interfering with his school or something.)

Stan tried to wrap his mind about the schoolwork assignments and tried to give them in under Ford's name.

On their thirteenth birthday, however, it all ended.

Ford walked in, his eyes bright yellow with slits for his pupils. Stan was horrified, because that was Bill. In his brother!

Unfortunately, Stan didn't have long to think about that.

When Ford woke back in his body, thrilled that it had worked, he grinned. Maybe he could tell Stan and they could celebrate! Well, he would. Stan would probably lecture him about it or something.

Ford peeked out of his door. It was eerily quiet. And... Could he smell copper? Ford tiptoed down the stars and peeked around the corner.

The air was still, dark, and stagnant. Ford moved into the kitchen and turned on the light. And Ford screamed.

Ford was thirteen years old, but seeing your brother laying in a pool of his own blood, his face still frozen in horror called for an emergency.

"Mom! Pop!" He burst into their bedroom and froze before he backed out whimpering. His parents looked to be sleeping peacefully. Or they would be if not for the slick pools of blood soaking into the sheets and dripping off of the bed.

"Ha ha, kid! How do like it? They can't bother you ever again!"

Ford turned to the yellow triangle and backed into the wall, "Leave me alone!"

"Aw, come on! Don't pretend you actually cared about them!"

"You killed my family!"

Bill laughed, "Well, you're wrong there, Sixer!"

Ford winced at his nickname.

"I didn't kill your family. You did!"

Ford's eyes went wide and he gasped as a floating sensation came over him. Ford looked down and... He was see through. What?

Bill.

Bill was possessing him. He remembered the deal he'd made early that morning. "You'll possess my body and in exchange we can build the portal?" "And accomplish all your wildest dreams, kid!"

Ford clenched his fists and glared at Bill blinking back at him out of his own body.

"You broke the deal, I never wanted to hurt Stanley!"

Bill laughed and stumbled over to stairs that led to Ford's bedroom, "I said your wildest dreams kid! And trust me, it's pretty 'wild' to think about killing your own brother, but... I managed! Ha!"

Ford swallowed, trying not to cry. The sight of the kitchen broke him and Ford slumped by the wall and began sobbing. He should've listened to Stanley.

He should've.

Present dimension Stanford gulped audibly and flicked to the next one. To think that Stan had been able to see through Bill's lies at the very beginning was horrifying. If his twin had been with him in the shack like that dimension before this, then maybe he wouldn't have had problems with Bill at all.